Drove for 4th Ave tonight. It was a nice return to the past. I kept expecting to see the HAM sitting at the bar when I put pitchers and pint glasses away at the bar. Alas, he wasn't there.
One of the servers was confiding in me about the slackishness of one of the new supervisors there. I asked her if she had let J know, and she said that she did. I told her that if she sees it again, check next door to see if A or D or there. Their presence is usually enough to get people to start working a little faster/harder/at all. She says that R, the supervisor, doesn't work during the day, so she can't do that. But, J, the GM, told her the same thing. He also told her to call him and he'll come in and send her home. Not the server, but the supervisor. :)
I watched a shift that should have been sweet and easy kind of descend into a little bit of chaos. Poor management. Owner's son. *shakes head* That kid doesn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. It's really sad. I also got hit on by a creepy drunk guy. That was fun. I saw an idiot get pulled over by the cops because he was trying to be Mr. Look at my car and how fast it can go and he did it right in front of a cop. Ha! The other driver tonight had a customer ask him to drop his pants. Yes. He asked the driver to please pull his pants down. Yeah. I know, right?
I didn't have anything near that exciting happen to me, just drunk creepy guy. Oh, and I wound up getting a delivery to the U. I hate delivering there, the tips are shit. If you even get one. At the very least you hope that they pay with cash so you get the change. That's what I got, 47 cents. I called the guy from Highland and 4th and say, "Hey, I'm at Highland and 4th St. Where exactly are you located?"
"I don't know where that is."
"It's north of 6th Street."
"Oh, uh, well, you uh..."
"What dorm are you in?"
"Apache Santa Cruz."
"Great, can you meet me in front?"
Ok, I'm off to get a milkshake. Mmmm.